He plunged it to the hilt in his neck; and his life instantly escaped with the stream that gushed from the wound.

He was stretched at my feet; and my hands were sprinkled with his blood as he fell.
Such was thy last deed, my brother! For a spectacle like this was it my fate to be reserved! Thy eyes were closed--thy face ghastly with death--thy arms, and the spot where thou liedest, floated in thy life's blood! These images have not, for a moment, forsaken me.

Till I am breathless and cold, they must continue to hover in my sight.
Carwin, as I said, had left the room, but he still lingered in the house.

My voice summoned him to my aid; but I scarcely noticed his re-entrance, and now faintly recollect his terrified looks, his broken exclamations, his vehement avowals of innocence, the effusions of his pity for me, and his offers of assistance.
I did not listen--I answered him not--I ceased to upbraid or accuse.

His guilt was a point to which I was indifferent.